Finessin' N Trappin'

Most of my niggas finessin' and trappin'
They stay with the heat and pop out with ratchet
She love the vibes when we up in Atlanta
I got on off-white and they loving the fashion
I'm like Houdini the way I do magic
Smoking the zaza turned into a habit
Hope momma never see me in a casket
I'm rapping I'm rapping, this shit is my passion

I was down on my ass had to go get a bag
Mismatch designer they still call it swag
I want AP and buss down a rollie
Stay on your grind, that's what my brother told me
Euro then lay, like I'm Manu Ginobli
Fade from the haters, like hitting the Kobe
I know I'm the greatest, I don't need no trophy
How you say bro, but you don't even know me

Nigga you don't even know me
Wasn't around with the old me
The one that was struggling OD
Did you some favors but trust you don't owe me
Up on the corner with dope feens
Streets ain't the way, should've told me
But I learned my lesson real closely
Hot like Montana but not talking Tony
I'm in LA looking cozy
In every store with Balencies
Hotbox the whip now it's smokey
When I'm up trust I'm bringing the homies
Peeped all the haters that watch now
Assist me like Brady and trust it's a touchdown
They didn't know I could rap now
Hit 'em like W.E and a smackdown

Most of my niggas finessin' and trappin'
They stay with the heat and pop out with ratchet
She love the vibes when we up in Atlanta
I got on off-white and they loving the fashion
I'm like Houdini, the way I do magic
Smoking the zaza turned into a habit
Hope momma never see me in a casket
I'm rapping I'm rapping, this shit is my passion



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Writer(s): Jonathan Ore
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